Time Flies
Wow, does time fly. It's almost bedtime here seeing as how I'm 6 hours ahead of EST. Afternoons and evenings are always busy with homework and dinner and then baths and family time and then bedtime. We finished of The Santa Clause tonight. We'll start The Santa Clause 2 tomorrow if we have time.
So before I go, figure I ought to link you all to my Christmas short that came out earlier this month. It's called Jumpstart and here's the blurb for it.
It's Christmas, and Jamie has just finished shopping only to find his car has a dead battery. He calls up ADAC, the German roadside assistance service, and Stefan arrives to jump his battery. The battery isn't the only thing getting charged up as Jamie finds himself increasingly aroused by the Italian mechanic. When Jamie's car is finally started, will that be the last he sees of Stefan, or will this be the start of something new?
I'm gonna put an excerpt below the cut but here's the link to BUY
Jamie blinked at the man as he leaned out of the truck. He had dark brown hair, eyes the color of a rich Italian espresso, olive-toned skin, and a five o'clock shadow that made Jamie itch to run his palm across it.
"Hallo? James Ishay?" the guy repeated, emphasizing the long a.
The deep, accented voice caressing his name distracted Jamie; it was so different from the German accents he was used to, so much softer, not as harsh, more flowing, erotic. And wow, did he sound like a twelve year old girl. Jamie mentally kicked himself, nodding his head and sincerely hoping he didn't look as dumb as he felt to be caught staring at the poor guy. "Uh, yeah, I'm Jamie. I mean, James Ishay but everyone calls me Jamie. My little sis started it, she had this lisp whenever she said the letter 's' so she just started calling me Jamie and the rest of the family picked it up and it just stuck."
The ADAC guy stared at him, wide-eyed and Jamie felt his cheeks redden, making him curse his fair, freckled skin and the fact that he tended to babble when he got nervous.
"Sorry, you don't need to know all that. Just call me Jamie."
A warm smile made him forget his prattling. "Jamie. You have dead batteria, yes? Show it to me, bitte."
"Sure. It's just down there--"
"No, show me." The guy jerked his head toward the passenger seat.
"What? Yeah, okay."
Jamie walked around the back of the truck, muttering to himself about not scaring off the nice ADAC man who was going to jumpstart his car so he could go home and hide and never come out again.
"Thanks," Jamie said, hopping up into the truck.
"Non c'é problema. Name's Stefan."
Stefan stuck his hand out and Jamie shook it trying not to wax poetic in his head about how strong the grip was and how long Stefan's fingers were.
Thanks for stopping by today. Have a very happy holiday season!
Cheers <3333 KH
So before I go, figure I ought to link you all to my Christmas short that came out earlier this month. It's called Jumpstart and here's the blurb for it.
It's Christmas, and Jamie has just finished shopping only to find his car has a dead battery. He calls up ADAC, the German roadside assistance service, and Stefan arrives to jump his battery. The battery isn't the only thing getting charged up as Jamie finds himself increasingly aroused by the Italian mechanic. When Jamie's car is finally started, will that be the last he sees of Stefan, or will this be the start of something new?
I'm gonna put an excerpt below the cut but here's the link to BUY
Jamie blinked at the man as he leaned out of the truck. He had dark brown hair, eyes the color of a rich Italian espresso, olive-toned skin, and a five o'clock shadow that made Jamie itch to run his palm across it.
"Hallo? James Ishay?" the guy repeated, emphasizing the long a.
The deep, accented voice caressing his name distracted Jamie; it was so different from the German accents he was used to, so much softer, not as harsh, more flowing, erotic. And wow, did he sound like a twelve year old girl. Jamie mentally kicked himself, nodding his head and sincerely hoping he didn't look as dumb as he felt to be caught staring at the poor guy. "Uh, yeah, I'm Jamie. I mean, James Ishay but everyone calls me Jamie. My little sis started it, she had this lisp whenever she said the letter 's' so she just started calling me Jamie and the rest of the family picked it up and it just stuck."
The ADAC guy stared at him, wide-eyed and Jamie felt his cheeks redden, making him curse his fair, freckled skin and the fact that he tended to babble when he got nervous.
"Sorry, you don't need to know all that. Just call me Jamie."
A warm smile made him forget his prattling. "Jamie. You have dead batteria, yes? Show it to me, bitte."
"Sure. It's just down there--"
"No, show me." The guy jerked his head toward the passenger seat.
"What? Yeah, okay."
Jamie walked around the back of the truck, muttering to himself about not scaring off the nice ADAC man who was going to jumpstart his car so he could go home and hide and never come out again.
"Thanks," Jamie said, hopping up into the truck.
"Non c'é problema. Name's Stefan."
Stefan stuck his hand out and Jamie shook it trying not to wax poetic in his head about how strong the grip was and how long Stefan's fingers were.
Thanks for stopping by today. Have a very happy holiday season!
Cheers <3333 KH